[M]e, my girl[F]riend and her [F]riend watch porn together and I get an irl show

Hey ya’ll, after posting my last story about Devin and I, I figured I would share another one of our almost-threesomes. Enjoy!

About 7 or 8 years ago, Devin had her relatively new friend Jessica come over to hang out for the evening. Similiar to Devin, Jessica was a slightly pear shaped girl, thick thighs and ass with flat stomachs and small breasts. They both had brown hair, Devin’s long and Jessica’s in a pixie cut with purple highlights. Devin and Jessica had only known each other for a couple of months, but had made fast friends. Jessica had a very horny personality, constantly regaling us with her sexual exploits and shamelessly showing off her lewd selfies.

This particular night she came over to our place started like any other. We all chilled for a few hours, drinking nice beer, listening to records, and shooting the shit. Eventually Jessica got tipsy enough that she decided to just spend the night rather than drive home. She rummaged around in her backpack for some spare clothes to sleep in. She stood up and told us she was going to the bathroom to change, but Devin kept on talking to her and after a few minutes Jessica said, “Eh, fuck it, I’ll just change here.”

Do ‘geeky’ girls get responses on here or is it just the sluts?

With my degree currently on hold thanks to the plague of 2020, I’m back to my first love: the internet, where artificial confidence goes as far as you can type. So far my only real post on here was a while back after seeing UNDERWATER (yeah, anyone remember that) and just *having* to be the person to bust in with a film theory, about the monsters being bullshit. Still think I’m right, by the way.

But admittedly, just in front of Pokemon, Animal Crossing and Netflix’s YOU… my second love is reading, and not just reading: erotica. I find myself whisked away by a powerful passage about two long-lost loves intertwining or a chance encounter with perfect strangers in a hotel room. I’ve written a bit here and there but God knows I’ll never share that in my social group of Tinder addicts and Tik Tok bitches…. sorry social group, but you basic. You wouldn’t understand the subtlety of lust if it slid into your Dm.

On that note, While they spend their time getting hit up in their DM’s, I like to hide away in my room and channel up the literoticas of the world…. to escape.

Single blind-mother wants stories written just for her to get off. (Son is with his father.)

So I posted this before and the turn-out, although lucrative, was not quite was I was seeking in terms of motives. Haha But to save some time, once again I am a blind single mom with a son who is away this weekend.

As I can’t enjoy porn or the visual part of sex, I immerse myself in the world of erotica, losing myself for hours in literotica audio, and using my software to have written tales read allowed for me. (On the weekends I DON’T have my son, haha) But it’s never just the smut that drives me, it’s the everything else attached to it: the well-crafted environments, vividly detailed with eloquent wording down to the last floor tile, the fully-fleshed out characters both mentally and physically, and the plots that feel straight out of a classic late-night flick from my adolescence that let my imagination run. They make me feel like I can see again.

So here I am, a blind bitch asking for a talented writer to bring my fantasies to life in vivid detail, describing every setting, character and action with eloquent wording and LOTS of it, *to write me narratives* that parallel the erotic films of old, with plot and grammar going hand in hand in one devious little soup. My eyes don’t work but my taste-buds work fine… Haha

#RelationshipRedFlag Erotic prose, (MF)

A Relationship red flag….

when you like different porn.

If he’s into tug jobs

and you like gang bangs,

Probably not the best match

and better to go stag.

Be open to his kink though.

If you are mortified,

then you should probably run.

Yet if you find it strangely intriguing,

and feel a tingle

down there,

chances are you could cum a ton.

Or have fun pretending that you don’t like it.

Men love that shit too.

My boyfriend gave me my first golden shower and I fucking loved it. Who knew?!

Now, can I return the favor?

No.

I get courageous and we go and sit in the bath tub,

then nothing comes out.

Not even a dribble,

From my lovely lady spout.

Still fun to try

and hilarious to talk about.

How someone’s “O” face is similar to someone’s pee face.

What is it about classic porn? [MF][mF][mast]

What is it about 70’s and 80’s porn that I’m so attracted to?

Is it that my early masturbation was fueld by it? Copies of euro porn mags stashed under my chest of drawers. Eagerly acquired from that guy at school who had some seemingly endless supply of them. Quickly put into the bottom of my school bag; a glimpse of some buxom woman wearing a colourful, low cut top being leered over by a moustached gent on the cover as I hide it away. All day spent thinking about what scenes were inside; what did her tits look like? How did he fuck her. Eagerly rushed home and into my bedroom, excuses for having the door closed as I flipped through the mag; a quick pass first to establish what scenes it contained. Some threesomes, a lesbian scene, one big breasted black woman taking on three dicks. Returning to the buxom woman who’s met up not only with the gent on the cover, but his mate as well. Progressively being undressed and working on their cocks, slowly stroking my erection through my pants. She’s on all fours being spit roasted, my cock is out and being stroked, imagining her on my desk sucking my cock. She’s on top of one guy on the couch riding cowgirl while she blows the other. Getting to the page where she’s got cum being ejected all over her asshole as one guy cums having just withdrawn from her hairy pussy and my load blows all over my hand. A quick wipe up with some tissue, pants up, mag safely stashed away for next time.

Winter Romp [mF] [MILF] [PAWG] [holidays] [fiction]

Jingle Bells played in the background as an epic snowball fight raged between Team Red and Team Blue on the northern end of the golf course on the outskirts of Bloomfield, Iowa. The fight wasn’t chaos, it had rules similar to dodge ball. One team on one side of the battlefield and the other team on the other side. The battle lines had been marked with flags. The scores were tied 9 to 9. This was the tenth and final round and neither team was giving the other an easy win.

Each team had eight players at full strength. Eight people were now in the Dead Zone, a place for those who had been killed in action by snowball to wait until the next fight to join their team. Three players currently remained on Team Red and five on Team Blue.

Nineteen-year-old Kyle hurled himself onto the snow-covered lawn and rolled away from a barrage of snowballs that landed and exploded in white mist where he had just been a second ago. He wore the red beanie of Team Red. His two surviving compatriots were ten and thirteen years of age respectively, brothers Scott and Marcus.

Isa Thornwood Stories – SexTV and other fetish stuff

Hello!

I’m an erotic story writer, and I would like to share my works with you. Hopefully, this is not considered a spam or anything.

My main ongoing story is called SexTV. It is a long erotic novel, featuring a multitude of various fetishes and sexy situations. At the time of posting, it is already 25 chapters and more than 100 000 words long.

It is set in a future utopian society where people don’t have to work for a living, and instead dedicate most of their time to entertainment. One of the biggest things is Live adult tv – hundreds of channels set in various settings from mainstream to fantasy and hardcore fetish. The story follows a girl who decides to join a porn show just for fun, and live on the set for six months.

People seem to like that story, hopefully you will too! I personally think that it has a very nice worldbuilding, and I try to focus on the plot as much as I do on the purely erotic scenes. It was once posted on Literotica before I left the platform.

Written erotica is PORN for women, my dudes!

Fuck guys.

All the talented writers must have went to bed early last night, I wasn’t too impressed with the crop I’d met… It was Saturday evening and my husband of eight months and I had just returned from the movies (because nobody told us the theaters would close too. Different aggravation entirely, and when you’re newly married the only sensible thing to do is screw any chance you get. But after some hopeless Netflix surfing and a petty argument about the window being open or shut, he stormed out to sleep on the couch because apparently “we can’t talk about shit.”

I wanna believe being married is as exciting as my friends say it is… but to be honest, I think they left out where that excitement actually comes from. So, with makeup done for the evening and a black tank top thrown on after realizing the evening ended, I’m decided to make my own rules and seeking a fun Saturday night elsewhere. From all of you hungry animals.

And the result, was… mediocre. :/

Double dildo in the 80s [MF]

I posted this as a comment on a post elsewhere, but decided it was worth sharing here. That other post was about someone riding a double dildo folded to go in both of her holes, for background. Anyway, on with the story…

I had a girlfriend (see the note below) a long time ago that had a smaller one of these with a bend cast into it. She’d put it in and then put on panties to hold it in, usually. But one time she was wearing a black miniskirt with no underwear and we were taking the train home from clubbing in NYC. After we stood up to get ready for our stop, it fell out of her. Probably too much of the cum way up inside both of her holes had slithered back down while we were sitting on the train. Now, remember this was the early 80s and finding a girl that both shaved and did anal was a rarity (she was a very minor porn starlet).

Daddy’s Chair [mf, ageplay, anal]

She is sitting in his chair in front of his desk. This is where he spends so much of his time, his work keeping him away from her.  She loves her daddy. She wants him around all the time.

The dust that covers his typewriter — but not the keys or the… what did he call it?  The Daisy wheel? There’s no dust on the inside because he uses it so much. And that makes her jealous.  She wished his hands were on her that often.

She knows that she isn’t supposed to think that way about her dad.  He’s her step-dad, and she’s known him for years. It’s not like her mom just married him, but…. it’s wrong, she knows, but she loves the smell of him so much.  She loves being close to him, when he puts his hand on her shoulder, or, even better, when he caresses her knee. 

His touching isn’t inappropriate. He’s an adult and they say she’s still a kid. But it makes her all warm inside her belly. All tingly.